Charged

One positive,
one negative,
my lips are by physics shut,
and though magnetic, still permeable

Like paper clips, words tinged upon my lips,
magnetized when clinging lastly,
hovering a gap vast be-
tween two poles.

So that no word may divide
but be either
and yet neither
no middle ground to land on

I am blind to the
charge they take,
and if they forsake
my own constant current

Do not make me mute,
for I will overcome
and force undone
the pain a silence fakes me.


Sometimes I run out of sentences and have to speak in fragments. That's my blog tonight, since I think it will make more sense than any sentence could attempt tonight. It's not a sad poem, and it's not a happy poem. Contemplative. Just a few words on something I will never stray from.